Writer's Column : From the Lost Pages

The Rain Kissed Eyes

2011-06-29T06:46:00.001-07:00

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The Boy on the Ancient Route

2011-04-26T03:03:00.001-07:00

I was on my way to Ajanta. It was a cloudy morning with hints of rain. Though sometime the sun breaking away within the flocks of clouds. Seated inside the Maharastra Tourism AC bus and a comfortable push back seat our journey started well. And soon I was in my wanderlust mood. As the bus went through the green hills brown road and scattered jungles and dispersed villages allong the roadway.

The Song and the Souls

2011-04-18T06:59:00.001-07:00

I saw her standing beside the river. Again. And at the same moment of midnight. The earth seem to be shimmering with moonlight. The wind in a bit of rush. Clouds in a mood of roaming. And the whole city asleep. City? Must be an exhaggeration. It was once upon a time a city. Now a fragments of broken dreams. But seeing the lady tonight I cannot help to proceed towards her. I have to

The Note of a Whimsical Poet

2011-04-11T03:09:00.001-07:00

Poetry..I gave you my dreams of closed eyes.. Poetry..I gave you the distance of the night.. Poetry..I gave you the tired walk of the lost traveller.. Poetry..I gave you the silence of the forgotten days.. Poetry..I gave you the sleepless nights.. Poetry I gave you the whistle of the last train.. Poetry..I gave you the sudden wind of a golden afternoon.. Poetry..I gave you..

My Shades My City

2011-04-06T02:50:00.000-07:00

It is a city which is different.. A City which first broke its barriers.. When I hold father's hand n got the first view of the Victoria Memorial.. It is a city which saw my shades of adoloscence..my obsessions..my submissions.. It is a city which silently made me adult..and taught the bitter lies and ..the pure truth.. It adored me with a different fragrance of her beauty.. Sometime..in

The Letter To Noone

2011-04-01T04:32:00.001-07:00

Sometime I think about the Postman. Who goes on searching letters stamping them and then looking for unknown houses at distant zones and posting them often in the post box or by getting an welcome smile from the host himself. From very childhood I am fascinated by the person who bring me letters and as then our boundary seem to be a very narrow one..he appeared to me in those days of less

The Moment of Surrender

2011-03-23T00:02:00.000-07:00

It is time..it is time.. To write those letters..those selected words.. Yet I am not writing.. As between the jingles of daily life and shadowed emotions.. As between the kept words and broken promises.. As within the invitation of Spring festivals and my unintentional rejection.. As I walk with cold eyes between the masked and taunting faces.. As I smile like a perfect corporate

The Quest

2011-03-14T04:22:00.000-07:00

..I am still in search of that river.. That river beside which I found the first touch of words.. In a shiver of concious reincarnation.. I still remember that very night..that night of honeysoaked moonlight.. Those passing flock of clouds in an air of fantacised butterflies.. Some unnoticed journey of whims..some whisper of blushing sounds.. ..The moments of surrender when I dare to..

Kritwibas

2011-03-11T04:37:00.000-08:00

Sunil Gangopadhay wrote once about Kritwibas in his briiliant poem.. "....I found you within my adoloscence and youth.. within those daily morning and midnights.... Within all the chaos I can trace..the invisible string.. I gave you the fragmented news of the paper and the monthly salary of Private Tution..I gave you my every drop of perspiration.. ..Those irrelevant roamings of

The Invitation

2011-03-01T04:05:00.001-08:00

I know that I have no invitation to your sacred darkness.. But still I with an ecstacy of a conqueror and lostness of a traveller Walked on..and on.. The ten horizons trembled.. The naked white lightning strucked.. A storm like thousand horses swept away all.. And at last like the first gift of a reincarnated soul.. I kept standing.. Standing alone.. Through the wet winds Beneath that

The kiss..

2011-02-28T03:16:00.000-08:00

Let a storm strike the roots of this wretched old earth Let the words fly.. The letters fly.. The tunes fly.. The gains fly The pains fly.. The desires fly.. The rhythm fly.. The dreams fly.. Let the earth slowly moves towards destruction.. It is getting naked..naked I will just.. Kiss your lips, my beautiful lady As it is through them The first drop of rain Of a new earth Would

Fragments of my Wanderlust mood : A compilation of Poetry

2011-02-18T05:47:00.000-08:00

"I can feel the call of that ancient road where still the dusty grains of time whisper in the ears of roaming souls the granduer of the lost road and the urge to discover the traces..of shades of life and its reincarnated fragrance.. Like an homeless Prince with a worldly smile I each day leave the nemesis of uncherished dreams and search flashes of life within the call of the road..a

Whispering Shadows : Part1

2011-02-17T05:39:00.000-08:00

Ramilla can recollect everything. Leaning on a back of a boat dug in sound she stood alone as a colourful evening approaches..in this fascinating spot where the blue river water and the green sea waves get mixed. This is an estuary where far across large ships are anchored far away..it is always a breath taking scene to see the river finally able to find him and jump with all her gains pains

A Wild Thought

2011-02-08T02:58:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I think life is a brilliant wonder.. Sometime a soothing orchestra of wet drops of rain.. Sometime life is all about passing by through a distant whistle of a running train.. Sometime again it is an urge or a nemesis of a break away run.. ...........And the run begins from cascading the known from the open world of unknown..and thus I found myself totally exposed..walking alone

The Midnight Whisper

2011-02-03T22:16:00.000-08:00

Within the coveted roads I found the shadow of moments.. I found the surrender of uncherished desires.. I found the translation of dreams through the lost nostalgia of hypnotic rememberance.. I found the twinkling of some invisible bells.. I found the solo cry of the night bird yet in a bewildered moment of dew soaked wings., I found the lonely farmer with heaps of corn walking with a

Love in the Desert Rain

2010-10-08T05:03:00.000-07:00

It was one of those special nights in Jaisalmer. Jaisalmer..A city of desert..a city of history..a city of Rajputs..a city once captured by the Khalji dynasty. And it is also a city of very simple people who smiles at every word keeping their daily hazards of poverty and pains in shadow. It was a quite night, after dinner I just went for a walk around the hotel when suddenly I felt something.

Words Images and Myself

2010-09-14T05:54:00.000-07:00

Me Some words are never spoken.. Some faces are never known.. Some people never fades out.. Some roads are yet to to be stepped in.. Some places are yet to be explored.. Some nights are sometime special.. Some moments holds uncherished desires.. Sometime one is lonely..very lonely.. Sometimes only one question rings on..rings on.. What I want? What I want? What I want? She I saw

The Footprints

2010-09-02T05:27:00.001-07:00

The rain came suddenly. Sanchita never expected that out of that maddening beauty of horizon , the mixing of different shades of red purple and blue would be replaced by dark grey clouds in such rapidity. Though the air spell that , even the sky showed the signs but as Sanchita was sitting with face towards west she hardly saw that arrival of heavy clouds. And thus she was caught in the

The Man with the Lantern

2010-08-26T06:11:00.000-07:00

It was twenty past twelve. And through the shades of midnight the Rajdhani Express suddenly halted.It was unexpected as Rajdhani stops only in some stations..clearly it was nothing but a matter of signal..I can hardly take bed so early thus I stood up and peeped through the glasses. And I got stranded. A beautiful night awaiting for me outside. The station was totally empty..over the

The Call

2010-08-23T07:27:00.003-07:00

I have somewhere togo..I have nowhere to go.. I feel like breaking the shackles and start a run.. for life..I feel my Journey shifts its course with each shine of an ageless star.. I found the canvas of the known city with sketches of untouched unknown..I found the world of vanity fair with shades of faces and masks.. I saw the birth of a melancholy disease lying I saw lying just beside where

On the Ruins of a Forgotten Temple

2010-08-19T06:46:00.000-07:00

I am standing on the ruins of a forgotten temple The temple has no Goddesses Only layers of time errected Like invisible inscriptions The script, yet to be deciphered The air around flowing as if trying yet again To unfold the undeciphered letters of time All around me Are engraved Wonders of time Stories of unknown people Who on the brink of being Known again remained

Some Midnight Thoughts

2010-08-18T06:33:00.000-07:00

(From Pages of my Diary) The Midnight came with a beautiful solitary tune of a flute! A cresent shaped moon adore the sky with the very threat of those floating white clouds ..the leaves of the trees shaking as if with a soft touch of a woman.. Outside the window the world looks like a fairy tale..and this reigning framed moment of dream may be what it is called peace indeed..and these moments

The Boatman on the Ganges

2010-08-16T06:26:00.000-07:00

‘Babu bhalo achen?’ I am sitting along with a friend in a roadside stall on Outram Ghat. Afternoon slowly slipped away and changed colour to evening and now after sunset the sky reflecting vibrant colours of wonder. In front of us is the Ganges river, the orange sky with its purple shades reflecting in the moving waves of the water and presenting before us almost a naturalism masterpiece of

A Lonely Smile

2010-08-04T06:32:00.000-07:00

The evening sun has just touched the shades of pink. Piesces of floating clouds sailing as a flight of pigeon dipped in white colour. A soft wind blowing with traces of warmth and also with a hint of cold. A chilled November night is approaching. I swapped my jacket and zipped it. I stopped. In front, there lies four different roads, all sloping down the rocky path of the Amber fort. But all

The Gift of the Monsoon

2010-07-30T05:34:00.000-07:00

At last you came.. I waited for long with a desire of a thirsty wings of a bird to fly But now as the moment came when you came finally I have nothing to offer you Except lostness and solitude. The moment you came.... A hush of sharp wind swept the city of gray concretes The begging bowl dropped from the hands of a wrinkled beggar With scattered pieces of coins Two college girls passed